The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, Объемы 5-6 |
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... gone - but Ezzelin is there , With thoughtful visage and imperious air ; But long remain'd not ; ere an hour expired He waved his hand to Otho , and retired . 625 XXIX . 630 The crowd are gone , the revellers 32 CANTO I. LARA .
... gone - but Ezzelin is there , With thoughtful visage and imperious air ; But long remain'd not ; ere an hour expired He waved his hand to Otho , and retired . 625 XXIX . 630 The crowd are gone , the revellers 32 CANTO I. LARA .
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... gone , the revellers at rest ; The courteous host , and all - approving guest , Again to that accustom❜d couch must creep Where joy subsides , and sorrow sighs to sleep , And man , o'er - labour'd with his being's strife , Shrinks to ...
... gone , the revellers at rest ; The courteous host , and all - approving guest , Again to that accustom❜d couch must creep Where joy subsides , and sorrow sighs to sleep , And man , o'er - labour'd with his being's strife , Shrinks to ...
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... gone—— It once was Lara which thou look'st upon . XXI . He gazed , as if not yet had pass'd away The haughty spirit of that humble clay ; 1145 And those around have roused him from his trance , But cannot tear from thence his fixed ...
... gone—— It once was Lara which thou look'st upon . XXI . He gazed , as if not yet had pass'd away The haughty spirit of that humble clay ; 1145 And those around have roused him from his trance , But cannot tear from thence his fixed ...
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... gone , Alike without their monumental stone ! The first , all efforts vainly strove to wean 1245 From lingering where her chieftain's blood had been ; Grief had so tamed a spirit once too proud , Her tears were few , her wailing never ...
... gone , Alike without their monumental stone ! The first , all efforts vainly strove to wean 1245 From lingering where her chieftain's blood had been ; Grief had so tamed a spirit once too proud , Her tears were few , her wailing never ...
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... creek and bay , Lepanto's gulf : and , on the brow Of Delphi's hill , unshaken snow , High and eternal , such as shone Through thousand summers brightly gone , 310 315 320 Along the gulf , the mount , the clime ; THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 89.
... creek and bay , Lepanto's gulf : and , on the brow Of Delphi's hill , unshaken snow , High and eternal , such as shone Through thousand summers brightly gone , 310 315 320 Along the gulf , the mount , the clime ; THE SIEGE OF CORINTH . 89.
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ABBOT Alhama apostolic palace art thou ASTARTE beautiful behold beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow call'd Cavalier Servente CHAMOIS clouds cold courser dare dark Darvell dead death deep doth dread dream earth Ezzelin falchion fame fate fear feel fell fix'd forget gazed glance glory grave grew grief hand hast hath heard heart heaven Hetman hope hour immortal knew Lara Lara's light limbs lips living lonely look look'd LORD BYRON MANFRED Mazeppa mortal mountain ne'er never night numbers o'er once Otho pain Parisina pass'd past scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought turn'd twas twere twill Venice voice wall waves weep Whate'er wild wither'd words youth Аввот
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Стр. 124 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Стр. 125 - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Стр. 184 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are ; — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
Стр. 125 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Стр. 100 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Стр. 99 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Стр. 183 - And then there was a little isle, Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view ; A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Стр. 176 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot...
Стр. 209 - If it be life to wear within myself This barrenness of spirit, and to be My own soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased To justify my deeds unto myself — The last infirmity of evil.
Стр. 230 - They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.